Looking For Trouble

The flesh of my butt burned. The towel on me was dry and I couldn't move. I was afraid to even move a finger.

Fluttering my eyelashes open, I met the grey London through the windows. The snow was falling fast and the layers of thick snowflakes were covering the roofs. I would feel happy if I hadn't remembered my punishment last night.

It was the most cruel thing he had ever done to me.

But sometimes, people need to swallow the sadness. To hide the pain. To ignore the aching feeling in their chests because they were doing it for the one they love.

I needed to do that. He was probably very sorry, but I would play hard with him, for the first time.

"Angela? Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Zayn huffed and ran his fingers through the messy hair on his head, looking down at my body I just can’t help myself to get rid of those memories, those pain. My vision is blurred and I can feel the tears forming, ready to escape my eyes.

I didn't say a word. Zayn gulped and pressed his lips together tightly, staring down at me.

"Please talk to me."

Silence.

Sighing quietly, I tried to sit on the bed and a wince escaped my lips when the pain shot through my body, but I ignored it. I try to stand up, waiting for my legs to give in .But I stood up shakily, wrapping a sheet around my body, whimpering softly and floundering to the bathroom.

I finally let the tears fly from my eyes as I supported my elbows against the sink, splashing cold water on my face and washing the tears away, only to let the new ones fall. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe what a monster he was.

When I stopped sobbing, I dried my face with a towel and left the bathroom, walking into an empty living room. I grabbed my underwear and dress from the floor, gently pulling the material over my bruised backside.

"Angela? What are you doing? Where are you going?" Zayn appeared in the doorway just when I slid the dress on. Straightening the skirt of my dress, I refused to look at him when I placed the sheet carefully on the couch.

"I need you to talk to me. Angela. Don't do this to me," Zayn begged, his eyes big and sad.

Scowling, I finally looked at him. "Don't do this to you? I am very sorry for misbehaving Zayn. Would you like to whip my ass again until I bleed a fucking river?"

Now Zayn was the one to stay silent. My shook my head in disappointment and walked past him, pulling my heels on my feet.

"I regret it. I'm so sorry. Please don't leave me," Zayn whispered, his voice thick with guilty.

Pulling my coat on my body, I turned my head around for the last time before I left.

"I trusted you, but looks like you never trusted me," I whispered and walked out of his apartment.



***


"Tell me if you like this one. I think the color is very pretty," Erin pursed her lips and looked at me who walked strangely, limping all the time. She knew something bad had happened, but she didn't question anything.

"I like the navy blue one. Eleanor, what do you think?" I whispered and raised my eyebrows at Eleanor who looked at the white pullover.

"I like that one. But the white one is the best one," she nodded and pressed the pullover against her body, looking at the mirror to see how would it look on her.

After left I Zayn's apartment, I cried silently in my bedroom and then Erin called me to go shopping. I put my make up on and decided to join the two girls. But it was very hard for me to hide the pain; when I walked, it hurt me a lot.

"Angela, can you please get that shirt right there? I want to try it on," Eleanor begged and pointed at the black shirt far away from us. Gulping, I nodded and tried my best to walk normally, but I had to grip the counter to stop myself from falling down.

"Angela!" Erin gasped when I bowed down in pain, "What happened? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not. Was it Zayn?" Eleanor came closer and helped me to stay on my feet.

They took my silence as yes.

"That fucking idiot!" Erin growled, "What did he do to you?"

I gulped, unsure should I tell them or not. Eleanor was silent because everything was familiar to her, but she still had a glint of worry in her eyes as she stared at me. “The poor girl wasn't used on a cruel gang leader.” She might think inside her mind.

"H-He...he hit me. With a belt. Ten minutes straight, or more, I don't even know..."

"Why?"

"Steven, the member of The Devils took me home that night because Zayn said so. He kissed me and Zayn walked in on us. I tried to fight him, but he didn't stop kissing me. So Zayn beat him up and then he didn't trust me when I said I didn't want to kiss Steven..."

Erin sighed and placed a hand on her forehead, her eyes wide as she stared at the space. She couldn't believe it.

"You left him, right? You broke up with him?"

"Yea, I left him... But I didn't really break up... I mean, I just walked out of his apartment."

"Did he say anything?"

"He said he was sorry. And he begged me not to leave him."

Eleanor widened her eyes in surprise and she pulled me out of the store with Erin following us.

"He apologized? He begged you?"

"Y-Yeah...?"

Gasping, Eleanor stopped and looked at me carefully. It was obvious that the girl in front of her was scared and confused.

"Zayn is a heartless gang leader. He never apologizes. He especially never begs."

Erin pursed her lips and stepped closer to them, "He is heartless, that one is true. Prick."

"I...what do you wanna say with that?" I raised my eyebrows at the girl who had her hands on my shoulders.

"He obviously wants you."

"He's just possessive," I protested, refusing to continue the conversation. I liked Eleanor very much, but I had a feeling that she was on Zayn's side.

"And a sick bastard," Erin added and walked with Eleanor and I through the mall.

"Can we please stop talking about him? What do you guys need here, anyway?"

Eleanor and Erin squealed together in excitement when they saw the shop they wanted to go in.

"The ball with masks is coming soon. We need dresses and masks. And you need them, too." Eleanor smiled and walked into the shop full of luxurious gowns and princess- like dresses. The silk, lace and tulle was everywhere around us. Every dress sparkled under the lights.

"Um...why? Who's forming the party?"

"The Devils, of course. It's kind of different, but we didn't do anything for Halloween, so..."

"I still don't see the point," I shrugged, examining the dresses in front of me.

"Well, let's just say that very important gangs will be there. From all around the world. Russia, Egypt, USA, Brazil, Spain, Italy...lots of gangs."

Narrowing her eyes, I looked at still excited Erin and Eleanor. "Do I need a date?"

"Oh sweetie, who needs a date? Besides, you'll be able to be with whoever you want to. There will be lots of hot guys there. Mmm, imagine all those tanned, muscular boys from Italy and Spain..." Erin sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

"Will Zayn be there?"

Erin and Eleanor looked at each other. "Um...yeah...but you don't have to even talk to him. I'll make sure he doesn't even look at you. And you can be with Mike!" Erin grinned and begged me with her pretty eyes to accept the invitation.

"Here's the invitation. You'll need it at the entrance. And please come." Eleanor gave me a black card with some kind of vintage designs on it.

"It's for two weeks?"

"Yes! And come here, look at this dress. What do you think? I really like blue..." Erin took a sparkly blue dress and pressed it against her body, turning around to face the us.

"It looks good on you. But try an icy blue. Maybe that one. It'll match Niall's tie and mask," Eleanor winked and pointed at the beautiful, icy blue gown with silver crystals decorating the corset.

"Oh. My. God. That one! Yes! And I'll buy a silver mask!" Erin squealed and grabbed the dress with her size, walking towards the masks to pick one.

"What about you?" I smiled and walked around the shop.

"Louis will wear a purple tie, and a plain, silver mask," Eleanor shrugged her shoulders.

"What do you think about this one?" She raised her eyebrows and grabbed a dark, purple gown which was too fluffy.

"Mmm...no," I shook my head, "It's too much. I think that one is great," I pointed at the purple gown which wasn't princess- like; just a simple, long, strapless dress with a sparkly belt.

"I like it... I think I'll take this one, and a purple mask with silver designs..."

"That would be great."

Eleanor and Erin paid for their dresses and masks, and I was the only one who didn't have a dress or a mask. But I didn't mind. It would be the best if Imanaged to escape that event.

"I don't know what Zayn will wear..." Erin shrugged her shoulders and held her bag with both hands.

"I don't want to match him, anyway," I snapped and turned around, crossing my arms on my chest.

"What do you think about the yellow one?"

"Yellow?" I cringed.

"Or a black one? Or red!" Eleanor added.

"Or green..." Erin sighed, looking around for a good dress.

"No. A white one," Eleanor smiled and picked out a white, formal dress which was in a Greek goddess style. It was on one shoulder and had a golden belt around the waist, with more golden decorations on the shoulder. my back would be bare if I decided to wear that.

"You can pair it up with a golden wreath, and a white mask with golden details...and you can wear golden bracelets! You know, the big ones around your forearms and wrists like a goddess..." Eleanor explained and handed me the dress.I pressed it to my body and looked at the mirror; it was a really beautiful dress. The material was so soft under my fingertips and the golden details were heavy but amazing.

Nodding, I turned around and smiled.

"I'll take this one."
***
Zayn’s POV


My brain was swimming in alcohol and cigarette smoke as I listened to Louis talk to me. It had been four days since I'd talked to Angela for the last time. She avoided me, and I couldn't force her to talk to me.

"Uh...Angela told Eleanor to tell me...so I can tell you...that she's breaking up with you. She said she can't do it anymore," Louis gulped and prepared himself for what was coming.

My once again evil eyes darkened completely, as I see my reflection on the nearby mirror and I stood up. Grabbing an empty bottle, I threw it against the wall, growling and taking two crystal glasses for whiskey; throwing them at the wall too. I listened to the shattering glass and the sound matched the one inside of my chest; everything shattered into tiny pieces inside of me.

"She. Can't. Leave. Me!" I boomed and grabbed a small coffee table made of glass, throwing it at the wall and loving to hear the glass being shattered. It silenced the screams of my heart.

"Calm down. Harry! Calm down!" Louis growled just when the rest of the boys walked in to find me furious. My hair was a mess, eyes red and I had dark circles under my lifeless eyes. I was dead.

"STOP IT!" Harry yelled and grabbed my forearms, shaking me and waking me up.

"It's your fault and you know that! Now suck it up!" Harry yelled and let go of me.

"She can't leave me," I shook my head as I stared at the space. The white gold around his finger was heavy, the topaz without shine.

I disappointed her. I lost my angel.

Notes

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